As the elite of the U.S. special forces, Ding Jun never believed that there were ghosts in this world, but now although he had his eyes open, he couldn't see anything, and the surroundings were just white.

"Being able to come in is a kind of fate, like so many people in the past, from me to see the best side of life, after returning to that world, the course of life is really completely different. Don't be completely repulsive and ready to deny what I'm saying. Ancient humans have long said that if you don't know life, you don't know death? When you are faced with a completely unknown world, the life experience you have learned is useless, and you have to give it all up. The voice said.

Ding Jun remembered that he had taken a hypnosis course in the past, and he had experienced the same scene under the voice control of the military's most senior hypnotist. Therefore, he roughly judged that he was in a state of hypnosis, and most of his thoughts had been controlled by the other party.

"Okay, I'll listen, please." Ding Jun controlled his own feelings and replied slowly.

"It's not me who says it, but you experience it with your own heart, and the answers to many questions are in your subconscious, but they are buried too deep and have almost been forgotten by you. I have a mirror here, it can look inside you, look at it, and you can see yourself. The voice replied.

In the fog directly ahead, a boundless mirror vaguely appeared, which not only reflected Ding Jun himself, but also reflected thousands of ravines and hundreds of cities, and a silver-armored general galloping on a horse was galloping from a distance. When the general's figure almost coincided with Ding Jun's, he tightened the reins of his horse. The snow-white warhorse stood up with its front hooves, twisted its neck, and let out a mighty roar.

"Who are you?" The general waited for the neighing of the horse to stop, then flew off the horse and asked Ding Jun in the mirror.

Ding Jun was in a trance in his mind, because he saw that the general was asking about his own shadow, but there was nothing around him or behind him, where did the general in the mirror come from?

"Who are you?" Ding Jun in the mirror turned his head and asked the same question.

Ding Jun's mind turned, and he suddenly realized an extremely strange thing, although he was still silent on the surface, he was extremely shocked in his heart. Since what is in front of him is a mirror, every image is fake, and what the person outside the mirror does, the person inside the mirror will do it, and there will never be a situation where the shadow acts autonomously. However, when he saw his shadow, he not only turned around automatically, but was able to speak without going through his brain and mouth.

"I've been asking myself the question, 'Who am I?' but I've never had an answer. No matter how many battles I win and how many cities I occupy, what is the use of not knowing who I am? At the very least, the historians will never write down my name in the history books, and I am like I have never appeared in this world, and I am born without a name and died without a shadow, isn't it the saddest thing?" The general said.

Ding Jun couldn't help but ask: "Even if I don't know who you are, you should always have a name code, right?"

When he asked, the shadow in the mirror asked the same question.

The general shook his head: "No, the last time I attacked the city, I flew to the city alone and killed hundreds of enemies, so the soldiers called me the 'Eagle of the Snow Mountain'." The King of Heaven said that when the last enemy city is conquered and the world is pacified, he will reward me for meritorious deeds and title me the 'Winged King'. ”

Before Ding Jun realized the meaning of the "Wing King" representative, his shadow had already changed color in shock: "What? Wing King? Will you be ......?"

Ding Jun was half a beat behind, and a few seconds later thought that among the many dynasties in history, there was only one "Wing King", but he had already been defeated by the Dadu River and became a ghost under the enemy's sword. Immediately, he thought to himself, why could his shadow react like that? Could it be that the shadow in the mirror also has a mind of its own?

He took a few steps forward to the mirror, reached out and touched it, and found that it was indeed a cold mirror, not some kind of obscuration.

"What am I? Do you know what I am?" The general suddenly reached out and grabbed Ding Jun's shadow's left arm.

Ding Jun has received strict training from the U.S. military in "one move to defeat the enemy", and knows that in that case, he can smash the opponent out with a flip of his wrist, a twist, and a send. However, this time the shadow did not react, but let the other party grasp it.

"Sue me, who am I?" The general's expression instantly became extremely hideous, like a bird's beak Lei Gong. Suddenly, the armor under his two ribs was divided left and right, and he unexpectedly spread a pair of white wings, grabbed Ding Jun's shadow and flapped his wings and flew into the air.

"What is this? What is this?" Ding Jun muttered to himself and slowly retreated. In front of this strange mirror, a qiē became incredible, making him dizzy.

"As I said, it's a magical world, completely different from what you've been used to. Here, as long as you are willing to obey, you can obtain supreme divine power and unpredictable glory. In other words, all you have to do is nod your head, and I'll send you into that era when cold weapons were all the rage. With your skills, it is not difficult to change history. The voice said.

Ding Jun wiped his face, and then looked in the mirror, the general was gliding in circles in mid-air, like a white gull about to land. However, just as he was about to hit the ground, a black feathered arrow burst through the air and shot into his chest impartially, piercing through his heart, revealing a charred black arrow from the back of his left shoulder.

Ding Jun understood that the arrow changed color because it was quenched with poison, and the poisonous arrow pierced the heart, which undoubtedly saved it. The "Winged King" in history died by the knife of the executioner, not by the arrow. So, for a while, he couldn't believe history or the images in the mirror.

"He's dead." The voice said, "But history goes on, and someone must replace him." ”

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